The Surprise Getaway.
Number four privet drive was warm, as the sun began to rise early in the morning. In the small room on the second floor a sixteen year old boy began to stir. Harry Potter was a very unusual boy. He had black messy hair, and bright green eyes. And in the middle of his forehead he had a pale scar that resembled a bolt of lightning. Harry was in the middle of a dream about his parents, when he was awoken by a loud crack that issued from behind his door. Harry recognized this noise to be from someone apparating just outside. Harry had barely grabbed his glasses of his bedside table, when the door handle turned, and the door opened. Harry quickly grabbed his wand, and adjusted his glasses in time to see red hair and big smiles. Fred and George, Ron Weasley's older brothers, were standing at the end of Harry's bed. Harry leapt out of bed to greet them when another loud crack sounded from the other side of the door. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, too, had just come around the door. Mrs. Weasley smiled widely at Harry. "Happy birthday Harry dear. Arthur would you fetch his things?" Mrs. Weasley was a plump little woman with tomato red hair. Harry felt as if his mother had just walked into the room. He, Harry, always loved hearing 'Happy Birthday' because it was something he never heard from the Dursley's.
"T-T-Thank you." Said Harry in his attempt to stifle a yawn. "Not to sound rude, but, why are you here?"
"Yes, well, we meant to send an owl. You are coming to spend the rest of the summer at our house. We couldn't let you spend the rest of it here, now could we?" This time it was Mr. Weasley, a short balding man, wearing plaid golf pants, and a turtle neck. What little of his hair left was also tomato red.
"So come on sleepy head. Grab your stuff, and lets go." Said Fred. Fred and George were identical so half the time you didn't know who was speaking.
Harry picked up all his muggle clothes and school robes, books and lose bits of parchment. He stuffed them hastily into his trunk, and put Hedwig's cage on top.
"We are going by portkey seeing as you can't apparate. We 'borrowed' one of Ginny's old shoes. It's in the alle behind your house. So lets go already."
"Got everything Harry?" asked Mrs. Weasley. Harry nodded.
"So we're off." Said Mr. Weasley who was busying himself with the light switch. They walked down the hall, past a fat snoring Dudley, and down the stairs. Harry could hear Aunt Petunia telling Uncle Vernon about the neighbor's husband.
"He has always been such a nice person. Yes that's right, I heard them yelling at, can you believe it, 3:00 this morning. I'd be surprised if it didn't wake the whole street." Harry's stomach gave a funny sort of half jump, half lurch. 'Did they know he was going with the Weasleys? Would they be mad with him? Would they try and stop them taking him?'
"And where do you think your going, Boy?" Boomed Uncle Vernon from the end of the hall. He was walking towards him, purple faced, and fists clenched. But before Harry could say a word Mrs Weasley stepped in front of him, Harry, and spoke clearly to Uncle Vernon.
"Mr Dursley, we are going to be taking Harry for the rest of the summer holidays as a sort of Birthday Present. Sorry we didn't write, but my husband and I have been rather busy. I hope you don't mind." she was going pink and also clenching her fists. Harry could tell she did not approve of him yelling at Harry. Aunt Petunia had also joined them in the hall way.
"Oh, Harry I almost forgot it was your birthday. On moment." Harry was flabbergasted. Aunt Petunia never addressed him like a normal person before. Her voice towards him was normally anger mixed with fear, but not this time. No, this time her voice was sweet and happy. Like she was really talking to her nephew. Harry was so stunned he didn't notice her pulling out a large gift box. "Here you go. I was told this lot would last you all year." Harry just realized this box had to be some where around a quarter of the size of his trunk. He couldn't help it. His jaw just dropped open. He fell to his knees, and opened the lid. There was the largest selection of sweets Harry had ever seen. It was like he had his own personal sweet shop sitting in front of him. He felt like he was back standing in Hunnydukes. Harry looked up at his Aunt. She was beaming down at him. He opened his moth to saw 'thank you' but all that cam out was
"Thak-alt" Aunt Petunia just smiled. He saw that Uncle Vernon did not look pleased about this at all. He Picked up his gift and looked at Aunt Petunia, then back to Uncle Vernon.
"Well then. If that's all we best be going." said Mr Weasley.
"Yes I think you should" said Uncle Vernon. Trying Hard to sound mean. Harry felt odd. Something extremely strange was happening. Uncle Vernon then clapped a big hand on his shoulder and spoke in a voice that Harry had only ever heard him use around Dudley. "Have a good year then." and Aunt Petunia bent down and gave him a small hug. Harry was so shocked, but smiled.
They walked out the front door. Harry looked back and saw both his Aunt and Uncle waving goodbye. They walked down the alley, to find the shoe. harry was so shocked that he almost bumped right into George, when they all stopped. They huddled around the shoe and placed a finger on it. Fred and George had Harry's trunk, Mr Weasley had Hedwig, and Harry had his gift from the Dursleys. Mrs Weasley counted to three, and Harry felt a pull somewhere behind his navel. After a few minutes, they made it to the Burrow.
"Ok, you two stay with Harry a moment." Harry watched Mr and Mrs Weasley walk inside. They waited for five minutes. There was no movement inside the house. No lights and no sounds. Until there was a flash of blue light from the right window, and before Harry knew it Fred and George had a hold of either of his arms. His trunk, his gift, and Hedwig must have already went up to Ron's room cause they were no longer outside. When they got inside, harry saw nothing. Not even the light from the windows. And then, just as Harry blinked, all the lights came on and Harry heard people yell, at the top of their lungs, 'SURPRISE!'
Harry looked around to see everyone he knew was there. Ron, Hermione, Lupin, Moody, Tonks, Neville, Dobby, Dumbledore, Hagrid, Everyone. He could not believe his eyes. He even saw most of his fellow Gryfindores. Harry could not believe it. Until he felt a tap on his shoulder. He received the largest shock of all. Cho Chang was looking at him. She gave Harry a little hug and said, "Happy Birthday Harry." and kissed him on the cheek. He took a seat at the large scrubbed wooden table in the center of the room, that was now being weighed down by many countless birthday presents. It remind him of all of Dudley's birthdays. He began with the gifts from the Weasleys, then Hermione, then Hagrid. Until there was no more wrapped gifts. He was surprised at how many people gave him sweets, or books. He got books for Defense Against the Dark Arts, and books about Quidditch, he even got some of Fred and George's new tricks. He felt as if he would never need to go to Hunnydukes again. He was set for a while. Hermione thought it would be rather funny to give both Harry and Ron 'Hogwarts: The History' and she laughed when Harry said he didn't need it he would just ask her. Dobby had made him a set of socks, one had a moving stag and the other a large black dog. He also made him a hat, and a pair of mitts. Lupin was talking to Moody about how Sirus died, when he suddenly noticed Harry had over heard. Harry tried not to look sad, but after all, Sirus was his godfather. He was his dad's best friend, and he was talking about Harry coming to live with him. Harry was looking forward to finally leaving the Dursleys forever. But instead, Sirus was killed by a member of his very own family, Bellatrix Lestrange. He died saving Harry from Lord Voldemort. Harry wished he had never gone to the Department of Mysteries. If he hadn't, Sirus would still be alive, and he would be here celebrating with him. He saw Cho trying hard to catch his attention. He looked at her, and she got up and went out the front door. Harry made sure noone was watching and followed her. She was sitting in a chair that she had conjured up. Harry almost forgot she was seventeen, and that she was old enough to do magic out side school. He noticed there was a second chair as if she knew he was coming. She glanced over out of the side of her eye, and noticed him standing there. She beckoned him over. Harry walked over with out a glance behind him. He sat down beside her, and noticed she was staring right at him. She looked around to make sure noone was around before opening her mouth to speak.
"Harry is there something wrong? You look upset." Harry noticed a concerned tone in her voice. He was unsure if he wanted to tell her about Sirus. What would she say? Would she laugh at him? Did he want to find out?
"Lupin and Moody are talking about my godfather." Harry noticed that she looked very confused. "My godfather died last a few months ago." Harry wanted to run away. He wanted to run, and not look back. He did not want to cry in front of Cho. But before he could stop himself, he felt one tear fall down his cheek. Cho noticed, and brushed it away from his cheek. He felt his heart do a back-flip.
"I know how it feels Harry." Harry knew what she meant by this. In his fourth year, Harry was entered in the Tri-Wizard Tournament. He was competing against Cedric Diggory, but neither of them wanted to reach for the trophy first. When they both reached out for it at the same time, they were transported to a graveyard. There Lord Voldemort killed Cedric, and Harry brought back his dead body, and escaped him, Voldemort, again. For a long time Harry thought Cho would hate him, but she didn't. "Some day the pain will go away. Mine has. Harry this might sound tactless, but will you go out with me?" Harry's heart leapt into his throat, making it extremely hard for him to speak. He just nodded. Cho understood, because she jumped out of her chair, as if it had just caught on fire. As Harry stood up, he felt himself being pulled into a very tight hug. He pushed her hair from her face, and placed a kiss on her cheek. Her face was very warm. Hand in hand, they mad towards the house, when Harry heard someone clear their voice. Harry whipped around to see Ron standing with a large smile on his face, looking almost evil.
"So... Back together are you?" smiling broadly.
"Er...well...yes." said Harry felling red. Cho smiled up at him, then turned to face Ron.
"Isn't it great?" she smiled even wider.
"Yea that's fantastic news." Ron just smiled at Harry. "Mom's got dinner on the table." they walking in together, to see the largest selection of food Harry had ever seen. There was also a birthday cake sitting in the center of the table, along with loads of butterbeer. Harry noticed Hermione and Ron were both acting very strange around each other. Ron would blush when he made eye contact with her, and she would collapse into silent fits of giggles when ever Ron mentioned how good she was in school. Hermione was also almost staring dreamily at Ron, from across the table. Cho also seemed to notice, because she looked over at Harry and gave a confused look. Harry returned it, and continued to stare at his two best friends behaving very odd around each other.